Stepping into the Fire
“O LORD, God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, let it be known this day that You are God in Israel, and that I am Your servant.
I had a vision last night.
In it, I saw a cove where I saw 2 fires burning. One was larger, more of a “bonfire” size and the other was smaller. I knew the smaller one was mine. I could see Jesus waiting for me to step into it with Him.
He was not in the other one.
When my eyes opened, I realized that I was not meant to carry someone else’s fire. I am meant to carry my own. My fire was hot, it illuminated what was around me, and most importantly- Jesus was in it.
My fire is burning because of the sacrifices I have laid down on it. The things I have taken down from the altar that only my Creator is meant to be on.
These are my offerings, my trials, my victories. My “Hallelujah in the hard things” moments with Jehovah Shammah (The Lord is there)
In the vision, the fires illuminated the cove. I could see that it was night, I could see the ocean ahead of me, lit up, reflecting the light from the fires. I even noticed the sky, dark no clouds, no moon, only stars.
I had no fear, only a calm resolve.
I felt like this was a choice, a crossroads of sorts. I could choose the bigger fire that someone else had built, or I could join Jesus in the one that was smaller, yes, but mine and full of our moments and history together.
The one that He has been in with me.
A journey of purification, and consecration.
I am not meant to carry someone else’s fire. Neither are you.
Our fire speaks of history (His story) with us, our things He has asked us to lay down, all our yes’s. Some were laid down with many tears and a night or more of wrestling with Him and asking, “Are You sure?”, deep grief and not understanding the why; but learning to trust Him when we can’t see the end of the road.
Some of what we laid down was laid down happily and eagerly.
My fire may not be as tall, but maybe it isn’t supposed to be. A fires heat is not determined by size. It is determined by the materials laid down.
My answer is YES.
I am all in.
If you are at a similar crossroads, my prayer if that the Lord our God grant you peace as you lay your offerings down. May you have a hallelujah in the hard things.
Amen



A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago, "The thing about a living sacrifice is that it can crawl back OFF the altar."
Boy did that resonate!
I'm over here trying to hold on to someone else's dumpster fire. It's a daily thing--relinquishing that. Thank you for such a great illustration!